Christmas Ceasefire Finale: An OWS Round Robin

Christmas Ceasefire Finale: An OWS Round Robin
December 31, 2016 No Comments » For Authors, OWS Features, Special Feature Stephanie Ayers

Four exciting parts precede this one, our finale in our holiday 5 part series brought to by the imaginations of Our Write Side staff. Elizabeth Abel, our digital media manager, wields her pen to bring this story to a close. What a phenomenal close it is!

Christmas Ceasefire Finale

There weren’t just boxes of red and green; there were plates filled with warm food and bottles of cold drinks left for both Sean and Kira. One special box labeled Sean sat front and center in the sea of packages. (From last week)

Kira opened her eyes and shot up into a sitting position. It took her a few seconds to realize she was in the Doomsday room with Sean lying beside her. She slid off the bed and sat on the floor, grabbed a box from under the tree and tore the green shiny paper off it. Opening the box, she pulled out a silver necklace. Hanging from the chain was a sculpted angel with outstretched wings, and the angel’s hands held a shimmering heart.

“What’s that you got there, Kira?”

“An angel,” Kira whispered, mesmerized by the scintillating glow of the angel.

Kira blinked her eyes as she heard Sean’s voice. “…for me?”

Snapping out of the trance, Kira turned to Sean. “What did you say?”

“Is there something over there for me?”

Kira grabbed the box with Sean’s name written on the gold Christmas tag. Handing it to him, she stepped back and watched as he tore away the shiny green and red Christmas paper. Sean reached into the box and pulled out a rolled up parchment scroll and untied the red ribbon. As the parchment paper unraveled, Sean’s face went white.

“What is it?”

“To end the war and bring back the Christmas cheer, you must imprison the emperor you all fear. The magic is in the souls of those who believe, and love and joy will come from the presents they receive.”

Sean’s eyes widened.

“What is it?”

“My name… my name is at the top of my family tree—Sean Kringle. My ancestor’s pictures are beside each name. Below my name is my dad’s. But that cannot be right. My last name is Cringle.”

Christmas Ceasefire FinaleKira stared at him and thought for a minute. It was starting to make sense. “Sean, I think it’s true.”

He shook his head and let the scroll fall onto the bed. “I can’t believe it.”

She sat down beside him. “All of it makes perfect sense. Us finding this place, the key, the food, the tree and the presents.” Kira placed her hand on his. “You’re the one creating all the magic. You can end the war. All we have to do is open the door and hand presents out to the people.”

“But that’s insane.”

“Can you explain what’s happening in this room?”


“I believe you have a lot to do with it.”

“Really?” Sean stood up. “Okay. Let’s give it a shot.”

Kira jumped up and hugged him. The instant Sean wrapped his arms around her, Kira’s heart pounded and her body quivered with excitement.

“You make me feel like I can do anything,” Sean whispered in her ear and leaned back to look at her. Her heart thumped wildly against her chest, amplifying in her eardrums.

Sean’s blue eyes glowed with eagerness and exhilaration, pulling her soul into the depths of his eyes. She swallowed hard, but did not look away. The warmth of his touch spread across her cheek, then his lips were on hers. Every shred of doubt she ever had about them disappeared in a heated rush. Never had anything felt so right. He took her breath away, left her light-headed. When Sean pulled back, her legs went weak. Was it really love? Kira wondered. She wasn’t sure. She knew she’d cherish this moment for a lifetime.

“Should we open the doors and see if this plan of yours will work?”

Kira took a step back. If she was going to be useful, she needed to be as far away from Sean as possible.

“Let’s start with bringing the presents to the entrance.”

The minute she had said the words, the presents flew across the floor toward the doorway.

“Unbelievable,” Sean said.

“Yes, I agree.”

Kira released the door. The minute she did, the presents lifted, floated out the door, and landed on the ground in front of her. The tree with colorful lights, shiny round balls, and twinkling gold tinsel drifted past her. It grew tall and wide before landing. The presents shuffled along the ground around the tree. Then a radiant light people could see for miles and miles illuminated the tree and presents. Through the early morning fog, men, women, and children came toward them. The magic drew the people to the presents. Kira smiled as joy and excitement swept into their eyes. When Kira turned to look at Sean, her jaw hit the ground. Sean was wearing a red fur hat with a red fur jacket and red fur pants trimmed in white. His boots were black and shiny and his eyes twinkled. Something about Sean dressed this way made Kira beam with happiness.

Christmas Ceasefire“What is the meaning of this?” The voice boomed over the happy crowd.

It was the Supreme Emperor and his guards.

“It appears there is a holiday festival taking place here.” The Supreme Emperor waved his hand. “Cease them at once.”

Guards jumped down from their horses. But instead of gathering the people to bring to the dungeon to await execution, the guards went to the tree and grabbed a present.

“Guards, seize them at once.” The Supreme Emperor’s voice was so loud it thundered through the crowd.

But again the guards ignored his command.

“Sean this is your chance, have the guards take the Emperor to the dungeon.”

Sean nodded. “Guards seize the Emperor and take him to the prison tower for the crime of war waged without the justification for territorial gain and subjugation.”

Kira smiled as the guards pulled the Emperor down from his horse and placed him in shackles.

“From this day forward I decree: no man, woman, or child will be executed for openly celebrating any religious holiday.”

The crowd cheered at Sean’s words as the guards escorted the Emperor away.

It was said that Sean’s words that day had spread to other lands and the rulers of those lands decreed the same law. Every year, the people gathered around the same tree and received presents from Sean Cringle. Sean Cringle is known throughout the world today as Father Christmas. He spreads joy and cheer to all those who believe in the spirit of Christmas.

The End


Stephanie Ayers A published author with a knack for twisted tales, Stephanie Ayers is the Executive Creative Director of OWS Ink, LLC, a community for writers and readers alike. She loves a good thriller, fairies, things that go bump in the night, and sappy stories. When she is not writing, she can be found in Creative Cloud designing book covers and promotional graphics for authors.

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